Chapter 97 Dispute With The Family

• My father's raised hand was fixed in mid-air by William, and he looked at William's face full of anger in amazement, "If you dare to move her, just try it, I don't mind cutting off this hand directly!" "
• The intense pressure that emanated from William stunned my father, who could only choose to submit in the face of a member of the royal family of superior blood. He looked at me with an appeal, and I turned away from him.
• "Emily, I need to talk to you privately." My father's hand, still clasped by William, said to me in a pleading tone, "I respect your choice, but this is not your business alone, don't you need to consult your mother?" "